Destined

Scared

December 11nth. 

Sierra's POV

"I got him now. It's over with." Trey whispered in my ear. I was balling my eyes out.
Lucas was tied up in front of me, they beat him so bad, and they made me watch.

"Lucas." I called. He wasn't responding and I was so scared that they had killed him.

"Lucas!" I cried as I put my hands on his cheeks. I lifted his head up a little and his face was swollen, he had two black eyes and bruises and cuts all over his face.

"Lucas please" I begged as I wiped my face from the tears. He still didn't move or respond. 

"Alright get up." Trey told me snatching my hair. I stood up and he pulled me to him. 

He pointed the gun to Lucas's head and then looked at me.

"Please don't do it." I begged Trey. He smirked and then pulled the trigger. Blood splattered everywhere. I fell to my knees and sobbed even harder.
I crawled to his body that was still in the chair. I took off my shirt and balled it up, putting pressure on his head where Trey shot him.

"Baby, stop crying. He's going to Heaven geese." Trey told me. I was still crying as I tried to stop the bleeding.

"Just leave him. Let's go." Trey told me grabbing my hair again, and pulling me out the basement.

"Sierra. Baby wake up!" I heard Lucas's voice say. I opened my eyes and looked around fast. I saw him next to me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me to him and buried his face in my hair.

I was crying because it felt so real. It felt like Trey had actually killed Lucas in front of me.

"It's okay princess, it's okay." Lucas whispered to me. I just held him tight and tried to stop crying.

Lucas planted small kisses on my forehead and rubbed my back.
I guess he's used to this, and he knows how to calm me down. This happens like three times a week.
It's been about three weeks, and this is still happening; and every time Lucas is right beside me.

I lay my head on Lucas's chest and wipe my face.

"It's okay princess. Everything is gonna be okay." Lucas told me.
I tried to meditate on his voice, trying not to think about it.

(12 pm)

"How's your back?" Lucas asks me. I shrugged. I can walk without shooting pain now. And I can sit up without crying. But it still hurts when I sit down.

"Better." I respond. He smiles and wraps his arm around me. He pulled me closer to him slightly and stared into my eyes.

Here goes the butterflies.

Lucas leaned in closer to me and licked his lips.
He smirked at me because he knew he was making me nervous.

He leaned in closer and just when we were about to kiss, someone knocked on the door.
Lucas sighed heavily and I tried not to laugh.